This kind of situation crops up frequently, but today's happened when I had just woken up and was going to get a coffee.
I live above a lovely little neighbourhood coffee shop in Central London. I approached its entrance from about 3 metres away and a man (dressed in top hat and tails - relevant!) was slap bang in the middle of the doorway and gesturing to the church that was behind me (albeit 75m away). There is thus no way he could not have seen me and he had time to see me approach.
He blocked the entire door. I expected him to shift his weight on to one foot so that I could pass. He didn't move a fucking inch. Just carried on braying to someone else in the shop. I had just woken up, I was on 'my turf' so to speak - the baristas in there know me by name! Yes, this doesn't mean I own the place etc etc, but I certainly consider that shop an enemy bit 'my territory'. I suppose it's not relevant, anyway.
So, I thought, 'well, it's fucking obvious I want to get past a enter the store. Must I really say 'excuse me' to a grown man?' I didn't and instead just awkwardly squeezed past him. He still didn't flinch - I think maybe he was being equally as pass-ag as men.
WIBU to not say 'excuse me?' or was he being a prick?